June 1st - June 19th
It's almost summer! The last few weeks of school have come, and students will need to study hard for their final exams! Don't let up yet, or your grades won't be what you want them to. Of course, the weather is almost perfect and pristine, in attempts to lure students away from their studies.
Luna Lovegood
Charms Professor It Costs Nothing to Believe
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(9/4/05 9:28 pm) Reply
Meet the Strange Professor. (NEWT Classes, 8:30 AM.)
Luna set her bag down on the small table in the corner of the charms room and looked around slowly, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. She loved the Charms Classroom…she’d loved being in here as a child, and she loved being in here now. Although, being the profession was going to be an altogether frightening experience, really.
Still, she’d probably be able to pull it off. She hoped, anyway.
She pursed her lips, fingers tapping lightly against the corner of the table as she considered each section of the room. Despite the fact that she’d always trusted the Professors at school to keep their students safe, she’d always found their lack of protection in certain areas rather frighteningly lax. Well, she was not going to make that sort of mistake.
She opened her bag and drew out an assortment of trinkets and statues and began a slow circle of the room, carefully considering the placement of each object as she set one down on a windowsill, or between two books, or on the floor in the corner. The laughing boy was placed carefully in the corner to ward of Whimsical Bogies.
The growling two-tone goblin sat just inside the windowsill, hooked in between two pieces of wire, to keep the Snerks at bay. (Very important, keeping the Snerks at bay. If they got any closer, they could turn your toes purple, and then where would you be?)
Two sprigs of American Lima Beans were hung above a book on selective memory charms to distract the Norweigan Snuffleworm from burrowing into the brain of anyone who happened to read the book. Memory charms were always tasty to a Snuffleworm, after all.
After perhaps twenty minutes, all the careful additions to the classrooms defenses had been placed, and Luna had returned to her table. She finally drew out her meager teaching possessions…a lesson planned she’d whipped up on the carriage ride to the school, a scroll of homework ideas, her backup wand, and a vial of forget-me-not potion to help her learn the students names. Not, she was forced to admit, as though it would work.
If any of the students caught her interest, she’d be…shocked. She was expecting a very, very dull time of things here, now. With the war over, with all the famous people gone, Hogwarts was barely even a ding on the interest-meter anymore. Still, perhaps she’d be surprised…
She set all the teaching-oriented things on the lectern and finally allowed herself to relax, sinking into a chair off to the side of the room and smoothing out her skirt. A dark blue skirt and a black and green tanktop. She had to start teaching today, and she hadn’t even changed into her professors robes. Or bothered to make sure they fit…In fact, she wasn’t even sure she wanted to wear them. Might as well get the students used to the fact that she was not the most organized and orderly profession in the world.
Oh, this was going to go marvelously.
She hauled herself out the seat and reached back to shove her hair back over her shoulders. Maybe she wouldn’t bother teaching today. She could pass the class off as an introduction sort of thing, as them lots of questions maybe, or find out what they thought of the school. It would be a decent way to get some idea of what was going on…
She had the distinct impression that Weasley had been hiding something from her…it was the only thing that had felt off about the whole place, but it was enough. When Dumbledor was around, nothing at the school felt off. Well, no…but nothing about the Headmaster had seemed off, back then. That was accurate.
She finished her first circuit of the room, stopping in front of the lectern again, and nodded firmly to herself. Yes, she was going to do introductions. Force them to do those irritating ‘tell us something about yourself’ type things. This early in the morning, they should be happy they didn’t have to spend the period learning, after all.
She smiled and slid her wand out of the long pocket she’d sewn into all of her skirts, pointing at the table she’d been using and whispering to herself. The table floated into the air and across the room to settle down next to the lectern.
With a smile, Luna slipped her wand away, plopped down with her legs crossed at their ankles on the edge of the table, and opened the afternoon edition of the Quibbler. It was as good a way as any to wait for the students to arrive. ((So yes, anyone in the NEWT class should probably wander on in and such. I imagine the substitute professor was wisked off in the middle of the night.))Edited by: Luna Lovegood at: 9/4/05 9:28 pm
Re: Meet the Strange Professor. (NEWT Classes, 8:30 AM.)
Lianne slipped quietly into the classroom, keeping her gaze on the books in her arms as she brushed through the classroom to a desk off to the side and near the front of the room. Though she hated being the centre of attention in regards to – well, in regards to what had happened recently – Charms was an interesting subject to her, even though she’d only gotten an ‘E’ on her OWL.
She had asked to be excused from her classes for the last week or so, as long as she kept up on her schoolwork, and she had. Except for meals, she’d spent much of her time either on her bed, in the library, or out on the Quidditch Pitch. Though she continued to hold practices, she’d kept from saying anything more than was needed, and whenever her friends had tried to talk to her, she’d made a lame excuse to leave and retreated. Tim’s death was still recent, and she was wearing a black turtleneck as well as the customary Hogwarts skirt under her robes. She wished there were mourning robes, but there weren’t. She silently cursed the bright red and gold colours adorning it.
Arranging her school supplies so that she could reach what she needed easily, she scanned the classroom, realizing for the first time that there were many new additions to it. The corners of Lianne’s mouth turned up in a bit of a smile as she admired the quirky decorations. Glancing to the front of the classroom, she realized with a start that there was a new teacher there. Normally, Lianne would’ve gone up and introduced herself, but she was in no mood. Instead, she nodded to the woman – who wasn’t even wearing her teaching robes – and gave her an encouraging smile before returning to her previous mournful, sullen expression.
Perhaps she wasn’t ready for classes yet, but she didn’t care. She didn’t care about anything like that right now. If her friends still wanted to try and talk to her, so be it. She would admire them for trying after she’d spurned them for days upon end.
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